Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1180

"Why doesn't our diocese have something as convenient as a Basin of Delusions?"

Jenkins muttered under his breath, but since he appeared as a disembodied head floating in the Nolan church office, everyone in the room could hear him perfectly.

Papa Oliver shot Jenkins a look of disdain but didn't pursue the topic. He reached out and took a sheet of paper from a softly chuckling Miss Bevanna, holding it up for Jenkins to see.

"The Church has dispatched a steam airship to pick you up. It's Monday now. The airship will arrive in Ruen on Wednesday, stay in the city for two days for inspection and maintenance, and then depart south with you on Saturday morning. If all goes well, you should reach Nolan by Sunday night or early Monday morning. Take a close look; this is the detailed itinerary. If you forget, just ask the person in charge of the Ruen diocese. They should have a reception team ready for you."

Jenkins studied it for a dozen seconds or so before nodding. Then he listened as Papa Oliver continued:

"Also, I've already mailed your Wayward Butterfly back to Old Jack. It's best not to keep something like that in Nolan."

"Hmm? Is that so? Well, alright then."

Jenkins forced a smile and nodded. It was for the best, he figured. At least that cat wouldn't get any more mischievous ideas.

"No need. Just come back safely. Even though you're not in Nolan, you still need to be careful. Don't go wandering off. Of course, it's fine to see your friends. I happen to know you have quite a few 'good friends' in Ruen."

Papa Oliver winked at Jenkins. Because Jenkins had brought Julia home at the end of February, the Church now knew of his connection to Ruen. Papa Oliver was hinting that he could freely socialize with his friends without worrying about the Church prying into his secrets.

"Alright, alright, that's all fine. But how will the Church explain my 'disappearance'? I'm not exactly a celebrity, but suddenly leaving Nolan still needs a plausible reason."

Jenkins thought for a moment before asking.

"I've sent you on a business trip."

Papa Oliver answered bluntly, then asked Jenkins with a hint of puzzlement:

"The morning after you left Nolan, Young Miss Hersha came to the antique shop looking for you. I told her you were away on business, but she didn't seem to believe me. She said you would have at least left her a letter or something... Honestly, Jenkins, what have you been up to lately?"

Now it was Jenkins's turn to laugh awkwardly. And miraculously, perhaps because his floating face was so large, Papa Oliver, Miss Bevanna, and the Keeper of Secrets all seemed to understand exactly what he meant in an instant.

In any case, despite being teleported to a distant northern kingdom because of a certain mischievous cat, Jenkins hadn't encountered any real danger aside from stumbling into a Mysterious Realm. Now that he had successfully contacted the Church, he had a solid plan to return to Nolan.

Before his Saturday departure, he had a full week to enjoy the culture of a foreign land.

"Mr. Williams, if you need a guide, the Church will provide you with the very best."

Jenkins explained his plans to Father Dio Fernando, the priest from the Ruen diocese in charge of his reception. The latter was eager to help him create a sightseeing itinerary.

But Jenkins shook his head and declined. He told the young priest directly that he had friends in Ruen and planned to stay with them for the time being. However, he promised to stop by the church every day to let everyone know he was still safe.

"Of course, that's no problem. I imagine you don't require a guard; the Nolan diocese mentioned as much. But will you need a carriage? Even though the weather is warming up, Ruen in April is still not suitable for traveling on foot."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Fernando, but I believe my friends will take care of it."

He declined once more.

Jenkins didn't know how to contact Dolores, but this was Ruen. He had every reason to believe that someone would be posted at the entrance of the Legacy Sage Church, tasked specifically with monitoring his movements.

After discussing his itinerary for the next few days with Mr. Fernando and receiving a sum of church-sponsored crowns for his expenses in Ruen, Jenkins bade farewell to the church members. He walked out of the cathedral against the tide of incoming worshipers and stopped beneath a marble pillar to observe the Monday streetscape of Ruen.

Ten minutes later, a carriage pulled up in front of the church. The carriage curtain was drawn back, and Dolores flashed Jenkins a brilliant smile. Jenkins smiled back, tipping his hat in greeting. He then crouched down to call over the cat that was sunbathing nearby, before descending the steps toward the carriage.

Watching from the second floor of the sanctuary, Father Fernando shrugged. He hadn't expected the Church's prediction to be so perfectly accurate.

"So, is the Church trying to interfere in the struggle for the throne? Or perhaps it's just the romantic entanglements of young people. Youth is a wonderful thing."

He sighed, shaking his head. Now that Jenkins had left, the main task assigned to him was more or less complete. As for the Saint Son's next week, as long as no major problems arose, his presence wouldn't be required.

"Major trouble? No, this is a peaceful city."

The middle-aged man mused, while quietly praising the Sage, thanking Him for blessing him with such an easy assignment during the festival.

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After picking Jenkins up at the church, the carriage carried its passengers into the bustling streets. Even though it was a Monday, the city was exceptionally lively, as the Ice and Snow Festival was set to open the next day.

Jenkins slid the window beside him halfway open, letting in the cool early spring breeze. The gentle sunlight streamed in, falling perfectly on the cat in his lap, which let out a contented purr.

Once they were away from the church, the coachman hung the royal crest on the carriage. For the rest of the journey, not a single pedestrian or vehicle dared to block their path. Jenkins was surprised by how boldly Dolores acknowledged their friendship but did nothing to stop her.

"Good morning, Dolores. Oh, and while it's not the first time I've said this to you, seeing you 'in the flesh' and talking to you feels... rather novel. Don't you have classes? I remember Miss Minnewick mentioning that after March, your Monday mornings are for riding lessons."

"Good morning, Mr. Williams. I'm also very happy to see the 'real' you. Yes, it is supposed to be my riding lesson right now, but my pony, Peter, has an upset stomach, so I have some free time today."

A mischievous smile played on the young lady's lips. Jenkins understood her meaning and chuckled softly, then noticed an embarrassed expression on the face of the silent head maid, Julia.